Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Switzerland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
New Order,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.